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2/68 Monhegan Some days, in September, when the heavy ocean overwhelms the island you tend to forget there are lands, coasts, places, elsewhere. This island is the whole earth Under an iron tight sky The mad sea unexpectedly [[strikethrough]] fits [[/strikethrough]] leaves her voices and [[strikethrough]] white [[/strikethrough]] [[strikethrough]] night [[/strikethrough]] in [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] every hollow, And in the long openings between the forests [strikethrough]And[/strikethrough] The leaves her sea mist [[strikethrough]] mole [[/strikethrough]] moves in [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] the rents Between headlands. God, high up, would see A silken cacoon, precious and snug, Nested on a grey-green leaf.
Transcription Notes:
This one kind of fell apart on me near the end...
Hard to decipher word after high up but definitely something that starts with w and ends in ed ["God...would see"]